We interrupt this blog to inflict you with some issues that I want to address.
This isn't going to be a "regular" post. It's a semi-rant - - selfishly intended to unleash my pent-up feelings.
Be afraid. Be very afraid.......
Rather recently, a little bird perched on my shoulder. After he took a crap, he whispered in my ear something that he heard through the Blogger Grapevine:
I have irritated and dismayed several fellow bloggers, because they don't think I take the Plague - - oops, I mean Covid19 - - seriously enough.
And I have insulted humanity by constantly spoofing the Plague Masks and vowing never to wear one.
My readership is dwindling because of my seemingly cold-hearted indifference to the Plague.
Boys and girls -
I take the pandemic very seriously and lament the fact that many people are dying from it.
Many people are also dying from cancer, heart failure, murder, auto accidents, drugs, and alcohol.
It's one helluva cruel world.
I also have great empathy for those people who've been wounded or killed in the on-going anti-America riots - - - especially the innocent children.
Despite having sympathy for the victims of Covid19, I don't feel the urge to permanently wear a Plague Mask and sequester myself forever as a sacred sacrifice to save others.
Turning ourselves into the Living Dead because of the Plague is foolish, worthless, and destructive.
Here's a confession:
I often enjoy irritating, goading, and annoying people by discarding the mainstream mode of thinking.
I especially derive a sadistic pleasure in torturing the liberal leftists - - solely because so many of them are humorless, hateful, and perpetually angry.
Stirring their wrath is easy and amusing.
I'm NOT a hateful, angry person, Jon. I just want to kill Trump!!!!!
My pathetic pastime is dangerous and an extreme risk, because it has caused me to make many enemies....
but I can't control myself.
In the fall of 2016 I caused mass hysteria in Blogland by trashing Hillary Clinton. I said she was an extremely bad campaigner, incredibly unlikable, and would never win the election.
And I was right on target!
This caused a negative backlash that exceeded my wildest expectations.
Many (many) longtime faithful readers of my blog dropped me like a proverbial hotcake. I received an alarming amount of hate mail, and even one anonymous death threat.
I never dreamed that liberals could be so psychotic and easily triggered.
I'm not psychotic or triggered, Jon!!
I'd just like to kill you, skin you, and hang you out to dry!!!!
After Trump won, I (jokingly, of course) said the first thing he should do in the White House is change the toilet seats.
( I thought it was hilarious )
That caustic utterance signed my Death Warrant.
Never one to learn my lesson from bitter experience, my next intended debacle was when I said that transgenders shouldn't be in the military. My humorous post on the subject infuriated a myriad of gays.
They tumbled out of closets and hurled flouncy fluffs of fury at me.
An old gay blogger in Florida actually wrote a scathing blog post about me. And his wicked friends (who didn't know me and never heard of me) left caustic comments about me on his blog!
Sooooooo.....
In a rare moment of guilt and penance, I wrote another post - in which I apologized. I said that I had changed my mind. Transgenders should be in the military.....
....they should be put in the front lines.
That appeased a few idiots.
So there you have it, boys, girls, and...transgenders. The woeful tale of my bumpy ride along the treacherous road of Blogdom.
There's another presidential election just around the corner -
and senile Joe Biden is such a pathetic joke that he almost makes Hillary look good.
I said almost......
If Biden's keepers are ever able to drag him out of his Basement Hideaway to have a presidential debate (which I seriously doubt), Trump will eat him alive and spit out the bones.
Here's something to digest:
The blind rage of the liberals - and their unrelenting insane hatred for President Trump - have inspired me to keep voicing my opinions with absolutely no regrets.
After all, I'm on the winning team.
